New York Magazine has a section every week called 'Best Bets' and I found this listing and sent a scan of it to Howard, who lives in New York. When he was here in October, he was in a rental car with his cell phone. He called me from about 20 minutes away from my place and said to quickly give him directions because his cell phone was dying.
If you knew Howard you'd realize this is just his typical behavior. Charge your phone at your hotel at LAX, an hour away from L.A. proper, then get in a rental car and use your cell all day and then when it's almost dead, call your dinner date for instructions on how to get to her house and freak her out that she's all dressed up for NOTHING because your cell phone will die and you will be forced back to your LAX hotel while she'll have to call Pizza Hut.
Since I tend to be dyslexic with right and left, not to mention the two middle numbers of any string of numbers, I was talking slowly to make sure I didn't screw up.
"Q-Ball, talk faster." A lot of people over the years have called me Q, in reference to Suzy Q. But Howard has called me Q-Ball since I met him. He says it's because in pool, the cue ball breaks the pack. I don't know if that's a veiled diss or a passive-aggressive compliment. Either way, I'm Q-Ball to Howard.
"I can't talk faster, I'm trying to remember how to get you here."
"For God's sakes, you live here, don't you know how to get to your own place?"
"I do when the person I'm talking to is not yelling at me and you know, all MEAN and shit."
So when I saw this cell phone charger gizmo, I thought Howard might want it. He emailed me and said he was going to buy it but again, it's Howard, so it could be years before that happens. And yes, he made it to my house that night.
Anyway, I was just wondering if the whole world knows about this or if I'm just the last to know.
End of.....hello? I'm out of juice...helllllllo?? chat.